Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.